Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because this of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day I met you
I upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

Pecker mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No one's to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can me to jump start your career
I punch you in your chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
kill you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter I came along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk my little girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I you

You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
Like I ain't you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and him too
So, you fall in a and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, fuck songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming you running out of breath
Steady while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim
Call the doctor to heal your
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of Pain now? only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a
With some killers from 7 Mile to the Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no freestyle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to
Talkin' you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik when I passed you in the lobby that day?
shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales records break
Two and a half scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, your mother while you watch
Keep your locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I just believe in kicking a man while down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo